Kiona N. Smith
@kionasmith07
Science reporter and author. Also knitter, crocheter, cross-stitcher, tabletop gamer, Pokemon Go player, and #NAFOFella. Actually 2 goblins and a magpie in a trenchcoat. She/they.
Wishing you relief, comfort, and timely answers. Here is Max. Sometimes he helps.
This surprisingly ergonomic rock lives on my desk! Not pictured: the small rock and mineral collection on my bookshelf, started a few years ago because Mika did a Rock Check and I realized I had zero rocks.
I dropped by the bookstore today and was ridiculously excited to see that they revived their "Blind Date With A Book" shelf. Couldn't pass this one up, and it totally delivers on the tagline so far.
I totally lost the plot on that one pair of leaves and just sort of threw in some random lines, but I drew this radish! #OliveArtClub
Here is a belated badly-drawn birthday sheep! Mareep from Pokémon may have given me weird ideas about what sheep tails should look like.
Seems like a good time for another picture of my neighbor's calf.
I spent a few minutes telling this one that she was probably my dad's favorite when she was a baby, because he always especially liked "the little black calf with the white face," of which there's usually at least one in the mix every year. They weren't Daddy's cows, but he adored them.
When I say our back yard backs up to a cow pasture, I mean they're *right there*. If I had longer arms and we didn't have chicken wire on the fence to keep Max from visiting his bovine buddies, I could have petted the baby just now. I was on my side of the fence to take this picture.
I guess @seananmcguire.bsky.social has trained her fans well: see toad, tag author.
Behold a little dog who is terrible at being rescued. There was a large owl perched on the back fence, so Mom decided to grab Max just in case the owl was feeling audacious. Max was oblivious and tried to escape Mom's rescue. The owl said "heck with this" and took off.
That's utterly horrific. Here is Blizzard in his travel accommodations, for morale purposes. (He has a much larger enclosure normally, with more verticality; this was just for a road trip.)
You are heard, seen, and worried about. Here is a small dog for morale purposes.
This book showed up in two of my undergrad classes and one in grad school. The first two times, I finished the semester and sold it back to the campus bookstore, like you do. And then had to buy it again two semesters later. I'm still afraid to get rid of it, because what if I need it later?